Animal Husbandry
How could I
foresee it
Nomad?
Your loping gait
rambling restless
through this place
we share
shoulders leaning
against the confining air.
What time
warped your
presence here?
Innocent room
transformed to
bar-curved cage.
At night
beside me
I sense the odour
of your passion;
wanderlust denied.
I look these days
into archaic mirrors
reflecting the grim
lines of the experienced
Wild Animal Trainer.
c. 1979 Rita Rosenfeld
published in Jean's Journal, June 1979
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